Scripts BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

A script is to show what a story or film or radio show is, and is done by a director/ script writer. It has dialogue, stage directions and lighting. Also, it has sound effects and music. 

                                                BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

Scene begins with sound of windscreen wipers clearing rain in time to upbeat music on the car stereo. Then, it is switched off in a frustrated quick fashion.  

MUM :( sharply) “I don’t know why you had to take so long, I waited half an hour!”

NAOMI: (sighs) “They didn't have my size on the shelf, and the woman took ages searching in the stock room”.

MUM: (angrily) “We wouldn't have got stuck in all this traffic if you’d just made your mind up quicker.  We won’t be eating tea until late at this rate.  Today of all days! I'm tired and hungry, and haven’t eaten all day. What’s wrong with the mobile phone I spent a fortune on?  You could have called me.  I wouldn't have rushed away from work to get there if you’d called”. 

NAOMI: (answering back) “ I forgot to charge it, the battery’s dead.”  

The windscreen wipers slapped on the screen in time to the upbeat music on the car stereo.  Mum switched it off in frustration as she sat at the traffic lights.

“I don’t know why you had to take so long, I waited half an hour!” she said sharply.  Naomi sighed.  “They didn’t have my size on the shelf, and the woman took ages searching in the stock room.”

“We wouldn’t have got stuck in all this traffic if you’d just made your mind up quicker.  We won’t be eating tea until late at this rate.  Today of all days!” Mum retorted.  She was tired and hungry and it had been a long day.

“What’s wrong with the mobile phone I spent a fortune on?  You could have called me.  I wouldn’t have rushed away from work to get there if you’d called”.  Mum wasn’t giving up her bad mood any time soon.

“I forgot to charge it, the battery’s dead,” Naomi answered.  “More like you wasted it playing stupid games!” Mum retorted.  “Sorry”, Naomi said quietly.  She looked through the window at the lights reflecting off the puddles.  The car accelerated away and sped out of town.

It was turning stormy, and the wind whipped up the leaves, throwing them against the car as the rain drummed on the roof.  They turned into the driveway of the old vicarage and Mum pulled on the handbrake.  “Oh, that’s just brilliant!” she muttered sarcastically.  “No lights on.  It must be a power cut.  How am I going to cook with no electricity?”  She slammed the car door shut and hurried up the drive as the clock stuck six in the tower of the church next door.

Mum fumbled with the door keys in the pitch blackness, then opened the front door.  Naomi splashed in behind her and they shut out the wind and rain, gasping for breath.

“Maybe we can have a sandwich?” Naomi suggested. “I’ll make it if you like.”  “Ssh!” Mum said sharply.  “Did you hear that?”  “What?” answered Naomi. “Stop it, you’re freaking me out.  You know I’ve always thought this house is haunted.”  “I’m sure I heard something in the living room,” Mum whispered.  “Pass me that brolly, I’m going to have a look”.

Slowly, Mum tiptoed to the door.  She turned the handle, and with a squeak, opened the door.

“Surprise!” came the shout.  The lights snapped on and revealed Dad, Naomi’s brother Paul and a group of friends, squashed in to the room.  Party poppers were set off, and a huge laugh came from the room at Mum’s shocked response.

“Happy Birthday, Mum!” Naomi said cheerfully. “Sorry about the trick, but I had to keep you out of the house ‘til everyone got here!”